Your In Trouble -Open-

[Ally Smith]

A teen girl of 13 entered the class room, her hair was long, curly, brown hair with ocean blue eyes. She wore a pair of sevens and a red tank top with a belt wrapped around her waist. Her shoes where flip flops from Old Navy. Her name was Ally Smith, and she was new to OCD coming from Northern NY, from Albany really and her parents moved down to Westchester because of moving jobs. Siting down at her assigned chair, she opened what seemed to be a agenda but a personal scheduale that showed everything, 'Lets see what is today.' Ally thought to herself,
Agenda
Cross Country this afternoon
Horseback Riding
Call Emily
Do homework
Go Shopping!!!!

'That is it.' Ally thought, putting that away and putting on big red tasting lip gloss to her lips and put it away. 'I wonder who will show up?' she thought as she watched the others come in.

[artsychic12]

Jess stepped into her first class,butterflies in her stomach because she was still nervous about being the new girl. "Hey,you can sit here", someone said. Jess turned around and saw girl with blond hair, bliue eyes and a kind smile. "Kuh-laire, don't envite LBRs over here". Jess could tell she must be an alpha or something, by the she was acting. She just smiled politely and said, "That's okay, i'll just sit over here". Jess sat down next to a girl with pink hair and a nose ring. "You don't know who that is, do you"?, she asked. "No, should I", Jess replied. "That's Massie, the alpha of The Pretty Committee, don't get in her way, it will only cause trouble". Jess smiled again, thinking, 'so this girl is my competition..........

[Paige Wenderson]

Paige marched into the classroom, wearing a mini-backpack with all her supplies in it. She took a seat with no one around her and examined the classroom. Just a bunch of nervous girls and the Pretty Committee. Paige sighed and pulled out a pack of gum from her backpack and quickly sneaked a piece into her mouth and started to silently chew. She put the backpack down and the gum away as she leaned back into her seat and set her white high heels onto the table. Today Paige was fashioning a white miniskirt with a wide-necked flowing blue top that showed part of a white tank top she wore underneath. Her curly blonde hair was fanned out around her shoulders, and she topped of the fashion statement with black mascara and lightly noticable pink lipgloss. She pulled out a mirror to check that she was looking alright, fluffed her hair, puckered her lips and put the mirror away. It was going to be a long year.